The Demon's Soul

"Oh Lillian, I see you’re beating yourself up mentally," he said using his finger to lick the blood on his blood, "I’m not your deceased father from your previous life."

"How can I believe it? People are full of lies," I said judging his expressions but it stayed the same. I should go find Luke and tell him about this weirdo. His smile flattered as he leaned in forward.

"True words child but first of first, stop calling me a weirdo. Second of all, if you go running to Luke to tell him about me I will make sure that the crossbreed friend of yours won’t see another sun rise or maybe the girl’s fiance hmm?" he said looking at Cole and my eyes narrowed at him.

"You are black mailing me," I argued to which he shook his head.

"Merely negotiating with you, sweetheart," he replied taking a bite from his plate but cringed at it and placed the plate on the table. There was nothing he had negotiated and everything was just in his favor.

"Hey," came a sweet voice behind our back and we turned to see a beautiful girl stand in front of us with a bouquet of flowers in her hand, "Congratulations on your wedding. Here, this is for you," she said giving the flowers to me with a sweet smile.

"Um, thank you, Ms..." I trailed taking the bouquet from her. I had been doing this all time now trailing my words with Ms and Mr as I didn’t know who were they.

"Oh sorry," she apologized hastily, "I’m one of the dragon Lords daughter, you can call me Florence," she introduced herself.

"Thank you for the flowers, Florence. They are lovely," I thanked her to which she smiled. A man called her name and she excused herself from us telling it was time for her to leave.

I saw the unknown man stare at her for few spare seconds before his gaze moved to look back at me. He was an old geezer staring at girls, probably picking on girls for him to date.

"I don’t like the replica of dead girls," he said stretching his arms and I looked at him confused with what he was talking about, "Do you know who she was related to?" he asked me and I shook my head.

"No," I replied waiting for him to continue.

"She is your dead ex’s lover’s twin sister," he said as I processed his words and then it hit me.

"Claire had a twin sister?" I asked a little taken aback. How was it that Ace didn’t see Claire in Florence?

"Because everyone wants the original one not the duplicate or a copy of it. Originality has meaning in it," he answered my unspoken question. He did have a point, "Its time for me to go," he said looking at his pocket watch. I saw Gwen coming from a distance with my other friends and Cole accompanying her.

"You were negotiating with me," I reminded to which he smiled slyly.

"You don’t tell I was here and I will give you a little secret," he negotiated and I nodded my head, "I’m not your deceased father but did you know he is here?" he asked tilting his head as my mouth went dry.

"Where is he?" I questioned to which he smiled widely.

"Sorry sweetheart but I’m just a spectator and not a player. It is you who has to find out. Better luck with that," he said happily clapping my shoulder that made me stagger a little and he walked out of the place as his silhouette disappeared in the woods.

I didn’t dwell on the man I met as my thoughts moved to who my previous father was posing as. My eyes swept across space looking for the suspect and it wasn’t easy with so many people here.

There must be a loophole, I thought to myself. Some mistake he must have overlooked but what could that possibly be?

Suddenly someone gave me a bear hug, "Lilly you are finally married!" I heard Marc yell in my ears dramatically making all of us chuckle, "By the way, I loved the food," he said eyeing the bloody meat with love and all of us gave him a look with either a scrunched up nose or furrowed brows.

Of course, Marc was a crossbreed and it was explainable as to why his mouth watered at the sight of the meat next to him.

"Can you survive on vegetables or is it only the meat?" Gwen asked Marc as we walked towards our table with lost appetite except for one.

"I have both the options but the witch king told me as I am a crossbreed now, I will crave meat and I should make a point to eat it regularly so that I don’t pounce on anyone due to hunger," he said nonchalantly.

"Is there no other way to turn him back?" Rick asked me to only receive a grumble from Marc.

"I don’t want to turn back. Look," my friend said bringing up his hand in view and letting his nails grow and disappear, "This is so much fun."

"Elvis is working on it but for now we have to just keep a close eye. Its been sometime since we came across the crossbreeds and we don’t know when they’ll attack or claim Marc as their leader."

"Seems complicated," Rick replied rubbing his jaw.

Minutes passed by when Luke came up to me, presenting his palm for me to hold.

"Let me have the last dance with you my beautiful wife," he said making everyone around us awe. Heat crawled up my neck as I placed my hand in his. He snapped his fingers which changed the music to a more melodic and softer music that fleeted in the air.

He took me at the center and snaked his hand around my waist to pull me firmly against him. I followed his movements as he danced with me.

"Did you like the dress, Mrs. Knight?" he asked me before twirling me in his arms.

"I loved it," I whispered only for him to hear and saw that cat-like smile on his lips, "Luke..."

"Yes, darling," He responded looking at me.

"He’s here," I said a little worried and saw him smile. Why was he smiling? Didn’t he hear me right?

"I know, darling. So many unwanted visitors," he said drawing me close to him. One of his hand moved up to hold my worried face and he leaned in to kiss the tip of my nose, "I’m here and you have nothing to worry about, Lillian. I promised to keep you safe and shoulder your pain and I meant every word of it. Do you trust me?" he asked me seriously and I nodded my head.

I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes, "More than anyone," I replied.

"I’m glad," and I could feel the happiness radiating from his voice.

"Say, Luke, will I get reborn if my soul is misplaced again?" I asked feeling his dead heart beat steadily.

"I don’t know if reincarnation or rebirth is possible if your soul is ever going to be misplaced like before that is if I allow anyone to use you which probably will not happen," he said with a confident grin.

Looking at me his grin broadened as though he was scheming something bad.

"Stop doing that," I said in a hushed tone, "You look evil for some reason."

"What can I say it comes in the genes," he chuckled as the song ended.

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